Shawn Mendes one shots

"So we're still not talking." | line blurb

You don't look at him when he enters the dim bedroom, you keep your back turned towards him and continue undressing to pull a grey over-sized t-shirt over your head. You finally stopped crying but you are certain new tears will form if you see his face.

"Hey." Shawn says with a sigh as he sits down on his side of the bed.

The tension in the room changes immediately and you feel a coldness run down your spine as your stomach does a flip that makes you feel sick. The pressure on your chest increases when you feel his eyes burning on you.

"So we're still not talking." Shawn spits annoyed while shaking his head lightly. You glare at him and watches as his body sinks together.

"You left." You fire back without straining a muscle.

"And then I came back." He replies, frowning his brows in confusion to your cold statement.

"But you left, Shawn. You said things, horrible, hurtful things." You tell him as tears begin to form in your eyes. You feel a yank in your heart as your tongue slips across your dry lips. "And then you left. No warning, no explanation at all."

"You're reading way too much into this." He interrupts you and reaches for your hand. You dodge his movement as Shawn's hands falls to the sheets. "It was just a fight."

"Well, what was I supposed to think?" You say as your voice cracks from the pain in your chest. Tears fall down your sore cheeks and you choke slightly on the words that falls from your mouth.

"You got pissed... You yell at me and then, you just leave." You wipe tears from your chin as you force air into your lungs.

You feel your body shaking underneath you and you're unsure you'll be able to keep yourself on your feet.

"Because I got frustrated." Shawn hurries to say as he runs his fingers through his messy curls. "I got some air, took a breather so I wouldn't say something that I would regret later. It was only a time-out, love."

"Well, how am I supposed to know that?" You stutter and break down entirely.

You collapse on the bed sobbing while gasping desperately for air to reach your lungs. You don't like unknown, you've had too much of it.

Shawn reaches out to find your hand and he quickly wraps his long fingers around yours. He pulls your body across the sheets and you crawled into his arms. Shawn holds you to his chest while his fingers are caressing your back to calm you down.

"It's okay." He whispers. "We're okay, calm down honey."

"You can't do that." You mutter against him, closing your eyes to prevent more tears from falling.

"What do you mean?" Shawn asks and breaks the embrace to look at you.

"You can't just leave. You have to say what you're doing and where you're going, even when you're mad at me."

"I went for a walk." Shawn says and shrugs his shoulders. "So we could both cool down." You shake your head at him while letting out a sigh.

"I didn't grow up like you, Shawn." You tell him as your heart sinks to your guts. Shawn puts a tot of hair behind your ear and allow his thumb to slide down your jawline.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't come from a stable and healthy family. I didn't have parents who loved each other and made their family a priority."

"I know." Shawn mumbles. "I know things were rough at home."

"You don't get it." You tell him while shaking your head. Shawn leans forward to kiss you soft as he takes your hand in his.

"Then explain it to me."

"I had endless night of crying myself to sleep when my parents were screaming at each other in the living room. I got used to saying goodbye to my dad in the morning because there had been too many times where he packed a bag and left without a warning. I had weeks were my parents didn't speak to each other, years of leaving then coming back to leave again. I grew up with people leaving and giving up." Your words blur from your mouth, but they hurt too much for you to continue.

Your eyes flicker and you hold your breath for a moment. Shawn cups your cheek with his hand and forces you to catch his eyes. They are softer, warmer than just a few seconds ago.

"You're scared." He whispers as the pieces finally comes together for him.

"I'm terrified."

"I'm sorry." Shawn says as he pulls you into his arms. He kisses your forehead as you burry your face against his chest. "I'm such an idiot. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I know..." You mumble against him, your lips movements giving him chills. "I don't know these things. The things that are so obvious to you, I don't know them because I've never learned."

Shawn finds your lips to give you a tender kiss as his arms locks around your waist. Shawn looks at you and sends you a small smile and then, he presses his forehead against yours.

"Honey, you can count on me always coming back. When I yell, when you yell and when we yell at each other." He tells you and leans closer to kiss you again. "I'm always coming back to you." Shawn mutters against your lips and finally, you feel at ease again.

He's home, he's with you and he's going to continue coming home to you. Your parents never taught you a thing about love, but Shawn is slowly teaching you what real love looks like and how it's supposed to feel.